Only Amateurs Say That They Write For

The Feminine In The Man Is The Sugar In The Whisky. The Masculine In The Woman Is The Yeast In The Bread. Without These Ingredients The Result Is Flat, Without Tang Or Flavor.

Here In Texas Maybe We've Got Into The Habit Of Confusing Bigness With Greatness.

It Was Part Of Thetexas Ritual? We Know About Champagne And Caviar But We Talk Hog And Hominy.

I Sat Staring Up At A Shelf In My Workroom From Which Thirty-one Books Identically Dressed In Neat Dark Green Leather Stared Back At Me With A Sort Of Cold Hostility Like Children Who Resent Their Parents. Don't Stare At Us Like That! They Said. Don't Blame Us If We Didn't Turn Out To Be The Perfection You Expected. We Didn't Ask To Be Brought Into The World.

The Very Rich And The Very Social Are, Often, The Very Stuffy.